Cradle Hymn
Title: Cradle Hymn
Rating: PG
Fandom: FMA
Spoilers/Warnings: Set after the manga.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Theme: Seeking for You.
Summery: The bed was empty when Roy woke up.
Cradle Hymn
Roy woke alone in bed. He could see the pale moonlight peeking in from behind the window curtains. Riza was missing from their bed, but he could guess where she had gone. He rolled out of bed and padded down to the hallway. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe and watching the scene in front of him. Riza sat in the carved wooden rocking chair that was placed under the window. She was rocking and softly singing to their five month old daughter.
Rowan must have woken up earlier. Roy felt a little guilty. He had been taking care of most of the late night feedings, but it looked like he'd missed this one. Still, the picture Riza and Rowan made together was worth it. Despite her trepidations, Riza had taken to motherhood extremely well. Roy wasn't surprised by that. Riza had always been something of the mother of his group, even if it was by default more than anything else. Roy would admit that he had spent years dreaming about what Riza would look like with their child. The reality was even better than his dreams.
Riza looked up from Rowan and met his eyes with a smile. Roy smiled back. Riza continued to sing.
"Hush, my child, lie still and slumber. Guardian angels guard thy bed. Heavenly blessings without number gently falling on thy head."
Roy just watched the two of them. This was worth more than sleep.
Rating: PG
Fandom: FMA
Spoilers/Warnings: Set after the manga.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Theme: Seeking for You.
Summery: The bed was empty when Roy woke up.
Cradle Hymn
Roy woke alone in bed. He could see the pale moonlight peeking in from behind the window curtains. Riza was missing from their bed, but he could guess where she had gone. He rolled out of bed and padded down to the hallway. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe and watching the scene in front of him. Riza sat in the carved wooden rocking chair that was placed under the window. She was rocking and softly singing to their five month old daughter.
Rowan must have woken up earlier. Roy felt a little guilty. He had been taking care of most of the late night feedings, but it looked like he'd missed this one. Still, the picture Riza and Rowan made together was worth it. Despite her trepidations, Riza had taken to motherhood extremely well. Roy wasn't surprised by that. Riza had always been something of the mother of his group, even if it was by default more than anything else. Roy would admit that he had spent years dreaming about what Riza would look like with their child. The reality was even better than his dreams.
Riza looked up from Rowan and met his eyes with a smile. Roy smiled back. Riza continued to sing.
"Hush, my child, lie still and slumber. Guardian angels guard thy bed. Heavenly blessings without number gently falling on thy head."
Roy just watched the two of them. This was worth more than sleep.